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“today was a good day.”

in fact it wasn’t a hard or awful day, in spite of early morning commute w paul, full with his lament. it wont seem possible, but it is true:  a week past he lost his lady friend – after some doings of  her, the slut, impregnating herself by another man & after that she ditched my elegant and generous friend, whom i don’t know much about, apart from his tales. after this (a few days later) he was ubering around the university, one Friday morning 3AM. his landlady phoned him. “paul. where are you?” he told her. “don’t come back here.” she told him.

why – because the house had burned down. he didn’t lose much, and she lost everything although she rescued nearly all her pets. paul told me the names of the pets that did not survive but i disappoint myself -i did not retain their names. one kitty that was lost, that lost his life, may have bore the name of Duncan. i may be wrong. i hope to see paul soon since i left my housekeys in his truck.

long distracting marvelous phone call with anita in the evening while at employment. there. perhaps this lifted my spirits.  i both intoned and intreated, i even lifted my voice about it –  “you will move back to new york city.” i chaunt. i cast spells.

momently i will ask (PESTER) M. if he does protection spells for his children when they travel away. what mitch does i will do. what else is true?

fevrier. can it be kind? what?

come away o human child.

come away o human child. to the waters & the wild. with a faery hand in hand – for the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand